Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Stranger In My House...
So, since Friday, I have been going through that confused, sad, lonely period that everyone goes through during a breakup. But I am standing my ground. See, Friday night, I let him back in to talk, and the first thing he did was go to the bedroom closet, grab the box that I keep all of my first daughter's birth keepsakes, and pull out his condoms. I said "Oh, no, we are not about to do it." He said he didn't want to have sex, he was counting them. I was confused because when he had left that morning, I thought that he had taken everything, including his condoms. Then he said that there were two missing; There were only seven condoms, and according to him, we had only had sex three times. I personally, am not sure how many times we had sex in the last two weeks, but I know I didn't use any condoms. Like I said, I didn't even know that they were there. So we got into a huge fight. He slapped me, I hit him, he ripped my new shirt, my new favorite shirt that I had only worn twice, and I made him leave again.
I stayed away from home all weekend and worked ten hours each day to make up for the time that I missed while I was awaiting my drug test results. I finally came home last night. This morning my husband called and wanted to come and see the babies. I told him that the oldest was a my mom's but the baby was here. So he came over. He was trying to kiss me and tell me that we need to be back together, but at the same time, he told me that he had a picture of me on his phone giving some guy head. I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about and he talked about it so much that I made him leave and get the phone so that I could see this picture for myself. And you know what I saw when he got back? A blurry picture of a dark shadow in the shape of a circle, and with something light colored in front of it. He swore up and down that there were facial features in the shadow. He's psychotic. I am so done with his crazy ass. He keeps saying that he wants to be back with me, but he thinks that I'm cheating, so that doesn't make any sense. Plus he's been telling people that I am a cheater and showing them that stupid picture and trying to point out his stupid idea, but pretty much dragging my name through the mud. Then he says that I did this to myself, that I made my bed and now I have to lie in it and it pisses me off because I haven't done a damn thing wrong! I am at the point where I just don't give a fuck about him, this relationship, or men in general.
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